anger; she hates, oh so very deeply. the cold of the great tundra bites her at each side, but she's got her rage to keep her warm. strelitzia sniffles, face reddened by the frozen winds, as she stands under a great, tall tree.
❝ i need to get stronger, ❞ she murmurs, looking down onto one of her partner's pokéball. she knows their strength, she does. but for too long has she held herself back. isn't she a trainer ? where is her drive ?
❝ if i want to protect those i love, if i want to protect those i swore to— ❞ her gym trainers, her friends, her pokémon. loyal to a fault.
her mother. her brother.
❝ then i have to get stronger. i have— ❞ her thoughts are cut as a great shadow passes over her, close. she feels it, the warmth of flames.
something is near.
It wasn't sure of what caught its attention.
Her anger, it assumes. The hatred lingering in her heart, so bright it could've made the entire Tundra melt if she just released it.
The hatred fueled by love, pure and warm -- the love that brings out the hate, cruel and desperate.
Maybe all of those.
Maybe none. Maybe it was just curiosity.
Maybe it was just boredom, or her words, violent and determined.
She's an odd individual. One worth its attention.
So, it lets her see it before attacking.
It lets her witness it, lets her prepare, before it hawks - a crooked cry, not too dissimilar to a delighted, evil laugh - before it starts flapping its wings, harder and faster.
Come on, girl.
Show me your hatred. Show me your love.
Fight for it, if you dare.
Wild Moltres uses Hurricane!
